Page 69 of Knight
“Wait! Shit,” Cable said suddenly. “Why didn’t I think of this before?” he mumbled under his breath as he searched for something.
The room was dead still as we waited to hear what he’d found. The only sound was theclick click clickof the keys and with every one, my muscles twitched with a tense anticipation.
“I couldn’t find any other properties rented or owned by the parents, but I didn’t think to look under her father’s company. They seem to be well off. The mother is old money and the father owns his own law firm.”
I tried to see where he was going with this. I imagined if they had money then they could cover their tracks well and bury anything and everything they might need to. Like Tara being an insane, crazy as fuck cunt. Yeah, I said it. She threatened the woman I love, she wasn’t going to get off easy.
The thing that bothered me was what was it exactly we were missing. With there being sealed police reports and all the moving, something wasn’t adding up.
“Okay.”
As he spoke I saw him pulling up blueprints for a building. How the fuck he could do all this and so quickly, was beyond my comprehension, but I was fucking thankful for it.
He spouted off an address on the other side of town. As he did so, he pointed out what floor the apartment was on the blueprints and where it was located on that floor. Then he brought up the layout of the apartment. I pulled out my phone and took a screenshot just in case we might need it when we got there.
It was a simple floor plan. Kitchen, living room-slash-dining room area, a bedroom, and a bathroom.
Then my feet were moving. I was half tempted to jump over the balcony rail to get to my bike faster. Feet pounded on the cement stairs behind me with the same sense of urgency I had.
“Ky,” I barked as I mounted my bike. “Tell Iron. Then meet us over there. Grab who you can to follow you.”
He nodded, his feet already moving in the direction of the common area before I even finished shouting my order. I looked over at Brass and saw the same emotions filling his face that I had in mine.
“My little girl,” he said with a strained sigh.
“My love,” I said with the same understanding of how much she meant to him.
He gave me a nod and we were off, with me leading the way. Brass, B-ry, and I sped through town, making it in a third of the time it would have normally taken.
I hopped off my bike and pulled my gun from the back of my waistband. I checked the clip as Brass and B-ry did the same.
Forgoing the elevator because I was sure I could make it up the stairs faster, I ran like hell, skipping every other step. At the door to the seventh floor, I scanned the area. There wasn’t a soul around and I felt an eerie shutter make its way through my body. I walked as calmly and quietly to the door as possible. I was a big guy, but I knew how to make my steps light when needed.
With my ear against the door, I listened for any signs of life. It was quiet. Too fucking quiet.
They weren’t there. I could feel it in my gut. This was a fucking dead end.
I looked over at Brass and shook my head with a jerk. Then I kicked the door in without a second thought. Guns raised, we cleared every room in the apartment in the matter of a couple of minutes. I was right. It was empty.
“No!” I roared as I grabbed the closest thing, which happened to be a huge glass vase, and threw it against the wall. “Fuck!” I yelled as I pushed over a skinny bookshelf that held a bunch of cheap knickknacks. I knew the commotion wouldn’t go unnoticed and I wouldn’t deny that it was foolish and stupid.
I wasn’t proud of how I acted but I had to get the frustration out somehow. I felt fucking helpless right then.
Brass’ heavy hand landed on my shoulder, then he was pulling me in for a tight hug. I didn’t resist even a little as I wrapped my arms around his big frame. We needed each other’s strength right then, and there I was, falling the fuck apart.
“Guys,” B-ry called out from the bedroom just as Ky, Mouse, Lake, and a bunch of other brothers filed in through the broken door.
I straightened and headed to the bedroom.
“Look at this,” B-ry said tossing a bunch of pictures on the bed.
I saw him thumbing through some sort of journal as I moved to pick up a handful of the pictures. Ones of Gwen.
It was like I was living in some sort of stalker-serial killer movie. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been. There was no way that I missed all of this—that we all fucking had.
Pictures of Gwen taken from strange angles. It was obvious the shots had been taken without Gwen’s knowledge.
“Christ,” Mouse said as he held out a handful of darker photos. “Isn’t this from that night…” His words trailed off as I snatched one out of his hand.
